Page 9 of Spice
“I’ve got you, little witch,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re safe. You’re doing beautifully.”
The air feels alive with magic, and I can see the change in his aura if I look for it. He’s all lust and hope right now, and I have to admit, I’m feeling the same. I glance down at my naked body,the symbols glittering so prettily. They pulse in time with my heartbeat, giving away how fast it’s going.
“How will we know the curse is broken?” I ask as Ezra slides an arm around my waist, holding me in place. It feels both wrong and deliciously right to be completely naked while he’s still fully clothed.
“My magic won’t fade at the strike of midnight. I’ll live.”
“And what about…” I hesitate, but then the gold rune on my throat glows with a bright intensity and the words spill out of me. “The mating bond? Is that a permanent thing? A temporary thing? What happens tomorrow?”
“I’m not entirely sure. This is new ground for me, as well.” He pulls me against him, and the way my nipples rub against his sweater has me squirming. “But if I don’t die tonight, even if the bond doesn’t lock into place for some reason, I’m not letting you go, Willow. I don’t think I could if I tried.” He kisses then, slow and deep, and the symbols on my body pulse and glow in response. I’m breathless when he pulls away, and I sway against him.
“You’re ready,” he says. “Let’s begin.”
Four
Ezra
I take Willow’s hand and lead her toward the altar. It’s draped in a soft, velvet blanket in a deep burgundy hue. As we approach, the runes and sigils on her skin glow and fade in time with her rapid pulse.
In time with the breaths sawing in and out of my chest.
In time with the pulsing of my cock, leaking into my pants.
In the name of all things sacred and holy, I want this woman. Even if she wasn’t the one who could help me break the curse, I’d willingly choose to spend my last day on Earth with her.
Candles blaze around us, their light flickering and reflecting off Willow’s bare skin as I help her lie down on the altar. The runes and sigils I’ve drawn glow softly, casting coloured light around the room. The magic in the air is thick and heavy, like a living thing. It clings to every surface, suffuses the air, wraps around us.
I move to the end of the table, my voice low as I start to chant quietly. The words are ancient, their power humming through my veins and igniting the sigils and runes as I gently pushWillow’s thighs apart. My hands linger on her skin, marveling at its softness. She’s beautiful, her body laid out before me like an offering. Her pussy is pink and wet in the candlelight, glistening with how much she wants me. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her.
Soon.
The sight of her, open and aroused, sends a surge of possessive heat through me. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her, to feel her magic wrap around me. But I take my time, using more of the elixir to trace runes on her inner thighs, letting the magic build. The air is thick with it, every breath drawing more power into our lungs, into our bodies. Willow’s pretty cunt drips in front of me, her clit gorgeously swollen.
Her eyes are wide, her breath coming in quick gasps. I can see the mix of fear giving way to lust in her gaze, the uncertainty melting to trust. It’s a heady combination, one that makes my heart pound and my magic surge. I want to consume her, to be consumed by her. To lose myself in her magic, her body, her soul. But right now, I need to focus. Once I know that I’m going to live, I can get lost in her.
The energy in the room intensifies, the candles burning brighter, the shadows growing darker. The magic is alive, responding to every glide of my skin over hers, every shakily exhaled breath. It’s wild and unpredictable, but the runes and sigils hold it in check, preventing it from causing the chaos it seeks.
I lean down, my mouth only inches from her pretty pussy. I can smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. Addictive. I want to taste her, to feel her come apart against my mouth. But first, I need to draw out her magic. It’s the first real step in this ritual.
I start to chant again, my voice low and commanding. The magic responds, the runes glowing brighter, the air growing thicker. Willow’s body arches, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“What the fuck?” she pants, her eyes meeting mine. “You’re not even touching me! How…how are you…oh, fuck…” She moans as her head falls back to altar. “I don’t care. Just don’t stop. It’s like…it’s like the air is sucking on my clit. Oh, shit!” Her hips buck as I continue chanting, my cock hard to the point of pain at watching my pretty witch come undone under my spell.
She’s close, so close. Her magic is wild and powerful, surging beneath her skin.
And then, with the most gorgeous moan, she comes. Her magic explodes out of her, a wave of pure power that sends the candles flickering and the shadows dancing. It’s beautiful, chaotic, intense. And it’s just the beginning.
Willow’s body arches beautifully, her skin glistening with sweat and magic as she comes down from her orgasm. I circle the altar, my fingers trailing gently over her warm skin, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention, and I can’t resist rolling them between my fingers, pinching lightly, tugging, feeling her writhe as I play with her.
“You’re doing so well, Willow,” I say quietly. My voice echoes all the same, filled with the power of the ritual. “Your magic is incredible. I can feel it, all around me.”
I’m in full ritual mode now, my every movement slow and controlled, intensely focused on her and the magic that binds us. The runes and sigils on her skin glow like stars, pulsing with her heartbeat, each one a testament to her awakened power. It’s a frequency I can tune into now, a melody that sings just for me.
I reach the head of the altar and lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Your body is a temple, Willow. A sanctuary of power that I intend to worship.” My hands slide down her front, over her breasts and then back up again. I continue my slow walk, circling her, dragging the tips of my fingers over her as Igo. Her skin is soft, supple, and her magic hums just beneath the surface, like a live wire.
I make my way back to the foot of the altar and trail my hands up her spread legs, higher and higher until I’m cupping her juicy little cunt. I slide my fingers up and down her pink slit, then gently circle her clit.
She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand, seeking more. I oblige, sliding two fingers inside her, feeling her tight heat clench around me.
